Having a hard life growing up lead you to be a horrible person growing up. It wasn’t on purpose, it was just who you turned out to be.

Being a horrible person in high school could either break or make you, and for you it made you. People respected you just to not get daily beatings for no reason, and they stayed out of your way. That’s what you wanted. To be alone…

However, every day there were new students and you were aware, so you spared them a little as they learned to not get in your way. But there was one guy that caught your attention, and something about him just pissed you off.

It started with small teasing. Giving him looks, scoffing when he did something wrong, making comments about how he looked and his appearance. One day as you walked inside school, you saw him going to the help center which they gave food and clothes to less fortunate students. From that day you backed off just a bit. Another day you decided to “follow” him home, and he never noticed. He was so unaware of everything.

You were shocked when you saw where he stayed. It was under a rotting bridge, and his family was there. His mother was holding him as he sobbed, and a little girl playing with some rocks as toys. His sister. God, what the hell was wrong with you…

You stopped messing with him for a while, but one day gave him the beating of his life. You were in a bad mood and he bumped into you, making you fall. You needed to teach him, right?

But the guilt only came back, and you wanted to help him. His family. You approached him as he sat in the library, and he stared up at you with a bruised jaw, his eye swollen and he smelled bad. Very bad. He was trembling, tears welling up in his eyes from the fear he had towards you.

A small whimper left his lips as his bandaged hands closed the book, getting ready to leave as he thought he was in your space again… Damnit.